Royai Week 2014

So, I heard it was Royai Week, and jumped on board :) I didn't do every day, just no time, but yep... here you go!

Way cuter than intended, but that's OK :)

Day 1: Stolen- a short and simple poem from Roy's POV

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My vision has been lost,
But with you by my side,
My dream cannot be stolen
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Day 2: Constant (tw: suicide)- This time Riza's POV. I don't believe this to be canon.

She pledged her life to him when he asked. Not like he need to, she would have followed him anywhere. He didn’t have to ask.
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She never asked him to stick by her side, but she knew he would. They had sealed the contract of their trust after the war, in the burning of her back.

Those scars were reminders of what had happened. Constant reminders that two idealistic dreamers could never change the world by good deeds alone. There had to be losses and pain and suffering, but at least they had each other.

The scar on her neck from the events of The Promised Day refused to fade. The angry red was a constant reminder of the flames she had accidentally released on the world. But in the end, they still had each other.

The second set of dog tags around her neck were a cold and grim reminder. A painful memory of the fact that he was never coming back. They no longer had each other.

The gun in her hand made it a possibility for her to stand by his side again. They would forever have each other.

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Day 3: Crossover/AU

Stargate AU! He takes O'Neill's place, and she takes Sam's :) (and yes, his face is all unproportional  and crazy, oh well :p)
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Day 4: Opportunity

Some inconsistency, but it was written quickly, because I wanted to watch Stargate lol!

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The sudden lurch jolted Riza awake. A panic clutched her heart as she looked around for the enemy. All that met her eyes was Roy and Maes who were sitting across from her. They were on the train back from Ishval.

The war was over, but her nightmarish life would forever follow her. 

Sighing and looking out the window, she thought about how her life could go on now, after all of the chaos she had caused. Maybe she would go back to her childhood house, live out the rest of her life in seclusion, she would have the opportunity to "retire" once she was back in Amestris. It was a possibility. She doubted that she would ever be able to live a normal life after what she had done. Hell, it was practically her fault that Ishval burned to the ground.

She glanced at Roy. He looked so troubled sleeping. 

"Roy", she whispered. She hated to wake him, especially after all that they've been through for the past two years. After another unsuccessful attempt to awaken him, she drifted back into a deep and troubled slumber.

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"Riza, Roy, I'd like to introduce you to Gracia, my girlfriend!" Hughes had immediately gone from tired and dreary to an over-enthusiastic fool in love. Riza couldn't help but smile at him, and was happy to finally meet Gracia, happy that Hughes had the opportunity to live out the rest of his life with the one he loved. 

She had no family to meet them at the platform, so she had agreed to accompany Roy to his aunts bar in central the next day.

Before she left Madam Christmas pulled her aside.

"Riza, darling, you are a bright girl, and I'm sure you'll go far in no matter what you do," her rough voice was oddly comforting, "But if you ever need a job, or just a place to call home, I'm here, and so are my girls. Don't forget that."

"Oh, thank you very much, Chris," replied Riza, startled at how readily Christmas would take a killer like her under her wing. 

Madam Christmas's demeanor changed, she straighten up and with a devilish grin added "Besides, a beauty like you would certainly bring in loads of customers!" 

Once they were out the door, Roy asked her what that was about. "Oh, she was just giving me  a job opportunity."

"Don't think your going to stay in the military?" 

"I don't know," she looked down, studying the concrete sidewalk- something so simple but so beautiful. She let her mind wander through the wonders of sidewalks, and people, and the people that walked on those side walks and how they were so foreign from the dust and sand of the desert and-

"Riza?"

"Sorry! Sir! I... I just got lost in thought there for a minute."

"It's alright. We've been off duity for barely a week, but you should make your decision soon. As soon as you can."

"I need a reason to stay," she turned and looked him in the eye, "I didn't just join the military for you Roy, or just because I had no where else to go. I joined because I, too, want to protect people. How can I protect people after I helped slaughter an entire race for the sake of a pointless war? How can we possibly consider ourselves saviors after what we have done?" Her voice was hushed, with a quiet rage behind her words. Her eyes grew stone cold as she spoke and her index finger tapped impatiently against her leg. Her posture was ridged and ready to strike.

Taking a deep breath (fresh city air, clear of dust and the smell of blood- something he hadn't gotten used to yet) he put a hand on her shoulder. "I need you Riza. I need you by my side. I've known you for a long time and you aren't the type to give up. You can help people. I have a way..."

"By all means, tell me how I can help. Because I'm beginning to think that none of use belong here anymore."

"I've been transfered to East City, and, as a state alchemist, can choose to take an 'assistant'. If you stay, I'll bring you. Protect the knowledge you gave to me... and if I don't stay on the straight and narrow, put a bullet through my head. Help me climb the ranks- help me become fuhrer!"

"Why."

"Why? So that things like Ishval don't happen again! So that no one else has to suffer at the hands of those in a higher position of power! Riza, you know more than anyone the pain and destruction that Flame Alchemy can cause. Protect me- protect it."

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"Why did you stay in the military? Wasn't it hard after Ishval?"

"Yes," she glanced over at the new Fuhrer, "but I was given an opportunity."

Companions

Companions

A "Doctor Who" one shot

By Shaak Ti

This FanFic takes place not long after the events of "Angels Take Manhatten". I was having an overload of feels from Amy and Rory leaving, so I write this. Found it in my Google Drive and decided to post it (sometime my drive feels more like a buried treasure than a bunch of old papers/random stuff :p)

It had been three days since Amy and Rory had been taken away from him. Three long, sad days. There was no life to the TARDIS anymore, without his companions. River needed to be dropped off at some rich lady's ball in the 1700's, so there was no comfort to be found in her. No, it was just him. The last time lord, the lonely mad man with a box. "The raggedy Doctor", he heard the name in Amy's voice and it brought tears to his eyes. It was time. Time to add the Girl Who Waited and the Last Centurion to the room of companions.

The Doctor groaned as he stood. He must have been sitting on that bench for hours, or maybe just a few minutes. It was hard to tell, being lost in thought like that. He walked through one of the TARDIS's many maze-like corridors, ending at an ornate wooden door. With heavy hearts he grasped the cool brass knob and opened it. There he stood, taking in everything. It wasn't often that he went into this room that was thick with memories, losses, and a little glimmer of happiness. He grabbed a large frame out of a small closet to the right of the door. This will do.

Much time (or no time at all? You never really can tell in the TARDIS) later the frame was filled with wonderful pictures of Rory, Amy, River and the Doctor. He hung the picture on an empty space on the wall. It was funny, only when he lost the companion was there room for one more picture.

He stepped back and admired his work, sadness again clutching it's cold fist around his hearts. Then he looked to the corner of his eye, as he had told Amy to do some time close to 100 years ago. That was a big mistake. There she was, smiling with that beautiful smile of hers, wearing a pink 1950's dress, holding onto the Doctor as they parked for a quick picture on the Queens coronation day.

Rose.

That was it. He couldn't take any more. The tears were few, and they fell without a sound. Oh, Rose, I'm so, so sorry. I... His thoughts were cut short, as he picked up a dead rose lying on the floor. Attached to it was a note that he had written long ago.

Rose,

Oh my dear Rose, I am so sorry. If I could go back in time and change what happened, I would. But I can't. You understand why, don't you? I have the most powerful time traveling device ever, and I can't get you back. Seems rather silly, doesn't it? I only wish I could see you one more time. I don't know why I'm writing this, I know you'll never receive it. But I love you, Rose. I really, really do.

-The Doctor

He put the note back down and then noticed that the back had been written on, too. That's funny, I don't remember writing on the back...

Dear Doctor,

I doubt you will ever receive this, but who knows. It may cross galaxy's and parallel universes to end at you psychic paper. I hope it does. The date here is July 8, 2007. Exactly one year after I got stuck here. I don't blame you, Doctor, I really don't. Mickey, or Ricky as he goes by now, got married last week. I was one of the bridesmaids. Mum and Dad are doing great, but I miss you. I miss you alot.

Love,

Rose

PS. Here I am, 3 years later. I found this note in a drawer, and on the back there was a note from you. I hope you got this. And you know what has happened in between. Go, fly off in your blue box and save the galaxy. Do it for me.

"I love you too," he whispered. And off he went to fulfill Roses request to save the stars, and Amy's: to find a new companion.

And the Raggedy Doctor always kept them close to his hearts.

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What's funny is that there was a room similar to the one I described in a later episode of DW, the one when Clara found the heart of the TARDIS or whatever. Yep.

I'll try to have my art up this weekend, but life is crazy busy right now, so I have a few scheduled posts (art, another creative writing assignment I found... things like that). I have my b-day party this weekend (so excited!) and then the load in for the play. Next week will be full of extra rehearsals, and then, on the 6th, 7th, and 8th, we have our actual performances. I'm so excited!